Mark’s mom gave a seminar for our class in the Haye’s Hall about skin diseases and STD’s. Well. I guess there’s nothing wrong with that. But, I just feel so daunted that I already belong to a peer culture exposed to these stuff. I don’t know. I want to be a kid again. When life was so much simpler and everything was simply… good. Now I get myself in a seminar teaching how to avoid skin diseases transmitted through sexual contact.

Anyway. My group mates and I stayed after classes and finished our hot air balloon made from Japanese paper. At first, it was all good. It is designed with our national tricolors. I took care of the design, obviously, the nationalistic me. But then, in the end, we get a deflated paper balloon all crumpled up. We’re supposed to fly it tomorrow during Chemistry class. But I doubt our balloon will fly. It might have gotten holes through all those foldings we did.

Everybody was talking about the UAAP Seniors Game yesterday, where Ateneo won over La Salle. And because I was a non-basketball fan, I couldn’t join anybody in their talks. So what was I left to do in class this morning. Sulk in depression in my seat. I was so angry at one of my classmates because he seems to be making my life miserable by making my friends in class ignore me a lot.

That was one reason I did really bad in our Chemistry long test this morning.

Then later on, Cid calls me, and invites me to watch the UAAP Seniors Basketball Game 2 Finals this Sunday. So there. Tantrums gone.

I had to stay after classes this afternoon to finish our Computer project. Jona, my partner in Computer class, didn’t help me. And what, I stayed there in the Computer laboratory for two hours. One time, I left my seat for a while, and then some guy invaded my computer and closed my project without saving it. Curses!!

I was able to catch the gradeschool shuttle so I got myself a free ride home.

I feel bad that some people out there neglected to even botherasking me if I would like to watch the game too. I would have enthusiastically said yes, you know So. Ateneo won over La Salle a while ago. Big deal. Fine, I was basking in school spirit a few seconds after the game ended but why the hell should I care?

If I keep insisting that they are unimportant to me, then I shouldn’t be feeling this lonely. But then, weird as it may seem, I do. You know what that means? And I just enjoy sulking in this feeling.

I just realized that I really am on wrinkled waters with someone out there. Fine.

I got my third-honors honor card this morning. Classes were dismissed at 11 because the school wanted to watch the finals games of our junior and senior basketball teams.

Yawn.

Ugh. It’s half past 4 in the morning. And instead of doing my homework, here I am trying to put up an entry. I wasn’t able to write last night because I had a terrible headache caused by those God-forsaken brats in the school shuttle this afternoon. They stink. They made such screeching sounds. It was so annoying! I could throw each one of those arrogant little menaces into the Pasig River!

What added to my headache was my room. My tiny room, with the windows and doors closed, had just been sprayed with insect killer. So the whole time I was taking my afternoon nap, I was breathing Baygon!

Let’s go back to those kids.

You know what. Those annoying little kids inspired me to write a play. Yes. The play which my group will be using for the Palig stage play competition is a play inspired by those brats.

See, you could reap fruits from negative things.

I was finally able to successfully install B2 in my website. Next up is building the webpages and all. Phew.

I feel so fulfilled today. Extra-fulfilled. After my insane lonely morning.

I felt so irritated this morning. Frustrated and lonely as well. I hadn’t done any of my homeworks so I rushed them all in the morning. Then I had to organize my groups (as leader) for the different group presentations we were to have today. And what were they doing? I call them and they don’t answer. Then a few minutes later while I’m busy doing something else, they come up to me and ask,”Victor, what do you want me to do?” So annoying… Then my classmates all babbled about nothing else but the soiree last Saturday. The soiree I wasn’t able to attend to.

Err. Did that make sense? It may have sounded shallow.

Until… Recess time came. I was frantic because my group in Filipino class hasn’t prepared for the presentation a couple of minutes later. I am the leader you see. My groupmates just kept staring at me expecting me to order them to do something or to tell them what to do. Goodness. Please?! Am I the only thinker here? You are like androids who do nothing but expect orders.

Just when my mind was about to blow out of irritation, a loud female voice started announcing something through the high school’s PA system. It went like, “These are the results of the junior on-the-spot essay-writing contest…”

“Oh geez. That’s the stupid contest I attended last Tuesday. Pfft!” I said to myself.

“Third place is… Second place is… The winner is Victor Villanueva from 3-O.”

Whee! That’s me!! Announced throughout the high school as the winner of the essay-writing contest. Wow. As in, it totally lifted me up from my moody attitude all morning. Bwahaha. I actually won. Hahah!

So there. My morning grumpiness ended at that.

Everything I was frustrated and worried about all morning turned out okay when it came. And I was just happy.

Yesterday, I went to Ateneo to watch Isang Buhay sa Tambakan. I wasn’t able to watch it with everybody else in class because I had to skip it for my attendance in some stupid essay-writing contest. I don’t even know if I won there or not! Anyway. It was am excellent stage play. Minor flaws. But who cares? These are the kind of stage plays that mean something. Particularly about life and society in the Philippines. Don’t I just love these topics.

Yesterday was also our sixth soiree. It was held at Mon’s house. But since I watched the play and I was not expecting anything different from that soiree compared to all the other soirees I’ve been to. I didn’t go. It was my first absence at a soiree. I attended all the others before it. But what the hell. They’re all the same, depressing soirees. I miss my grade school friends.

I am hurting even more. Much more. I am lonely. That’s all I’ve got to say.